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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bavarian_angel:39260</id>
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    <title>Pimp My Player</title>
    <published>2009-05-18T10:42:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-18T10:43:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hier nun mein kleiner Pimp My Player Eintrag zu meiner aktuellen Story "Abseits":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/ksc/stefksc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Stefano Celozzi&lt;br /&gt;Geboren: 02.11.1988 in Günzburg&lt;br /&gt;Spitzname: Stef (zumindest wurde er in München so von seinen Mannschaftskollegen gerufen)&lt;br /&gt;Vereine: SC Bubesheim, TSV Wasserburg, SSV Ulm 1846, FC Bayern München, Karlsruher SC&lt;br /&gt;Position: Rechtsverteidiger, rechtes Mittelfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Stefanos Vater ist Trainer der B-Jugend Mannschaft des SSV Ulm.&lt;br /&gt;• Als er nach München kam, sollte er ursprünglich für die A-Jugend spielen, aber er überzeugte den Amateure-Trainer Hermann Gerland so sehr, dass er fester Bestandteil der Amateuremannschaft wurde. &lt;br /&gt;• Er lässt nach außen gern den Macho heraushängen, kann aber auch sehr schüchtern sein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/ksc/amastef.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/ksc/stefksc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/ksc/40108.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Name: Lars Stindl&lt;br /&gt;Geboren: 26.08.1988 in Kirrlach&lt;br /&gt;Vereine: TSV Wiesental, Karlsruher SC&lt;br /&gt;Position: Mittelfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Lars schloss 2008 erfolgreich sein Abitur am Otto-Hahn-Gymnasium in Karlsruhe ab.&lt;br /&gt;• Er wollte schon als kleines Kind für den KSC spielen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/ksc/larsbelek.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/ksc/larsstef.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/ksc/larsstefbelek.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich muss mit Schande feststellen, dass ich nicht mehr Infos gerade zu Lars habe *schäm*. Die Bilder, auf denen Stefano alleine drauf ist, gehören übrigens mir, also bitte nicht stehlen ;)&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writing</title>
    <published>2009-04-20T07:32:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-20T07:32:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need something to distract me from RL and I so want to get back to writing, but I need your help because on my own my mind goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me prompts! A pairing, a situation or whatever... and I will &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to write something for you.</content>
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    <title>Letting go...</title>
    <published>2009-01-05T10:01:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-05T10:01:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parting is sweet sorrow...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't agree with me removing you or if you didn't get a chance to reply to my earlier post, we can talk about it.</content>
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    <title>Meme</title>
    <published>2008-09-01T18:06:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T17:18:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Seen at &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_drbillbongo' lj:user='drbillbongo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://drbillbongo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://drbillbongo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;drbillbongo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. pick 20 of your favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;2. go to imdb and find a quote from each movie.&lt;br /&gt;3. post them here for everyone to guess.&lt;br /&gt;4. strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.&lt;br /&gt;5. no googling / using imdb search or other search functions. DON'T CHEAT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You've never been to the ocean? Then you better run! You're running out of time! &lt;br /&gt;In Heaven, that's all they talk about, the ocean in the sunset. How fucking wonderful it is to watch that big ball of fire melt into the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knockin' On Heaven's Door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Well, if they're big and you're small, then you're mobile and they're slow. You're hidden and they're exposed. You only fight battles you know you can win. That's the way the Vietcong did it. You capture their weapons and you use them against them the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enemy of the State&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Look, Kenny, I know you're about fifty pounds overweight, but when I say hurry, please interpret that as MOVE YOUR FAT TUB OF LARD ASS NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Of course you don't. I wouldn't either if I was drinking that. But you would have to be an idiot of elephantine proportions not to appreciate this '61 Château Latour, and you, Monsieur Linguini, are no idiot. Let us toast your non-idiocy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/b&gt; - guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_drbillbongo' lj:user='drbillbongo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://drbillbongo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://drbillbongo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;drbillbongo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My father was fond of saying you need three things in life - a good doctor, a forgiving priest, and a clever accountant. The first two, I've never had much use for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That's how easy it is to give to charity around here. Don't put your shit on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Save The Last Dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want him to chop me up and feed me to the poor, huh, is that what you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Departed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Young boys should never be sent to bed... they always wake up a day older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. All you need is love, John Lennon, smart man, shot in the back very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Independence Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It would be nice to think that since I was 14, times have changed. Relationships have become more sophisticated. Females less cruel. Skins thicker. Instincts more developed. But there seems to be an element of that afternoon in everything that's happened to me since. All my romantic stories are a scrambled version of that first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I loved this man like a brother. He was a dear friend and partner to me. So I took no joy in that. But if I can do this to someone I love, imagine what I can do with someone I hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Jackal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm 60 years old, Gene. What are you going to do: write me a recommendation for the morgue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Holland's Opus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Listen. Since I've met you I've nearly been incinerated, drowned, shot at, and chopped into fish bait. We're caught in the middle of something sinister here, my guess is dad found out more than he was looking for and until I'm sure, I'm going to continue to do things the way I think they should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Father Bobby would have made a good hit-man. It's a shame we lost him to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleepers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. But I can't go out on a date because you have to be with me every minute. I mean, what if he wants to invite me up to his place afterwards? Are you gonna come too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bodyguard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Someday you'll find a man, a good man, and you'll love him, and marry him, and live and die for him. And I'll be hanged if I stand by and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little Women&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Petrie, do not feel sad. It is alright. Many things cannot fly. Rocks, trees, sticks, Spike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Land Before Time&lt;/b&gt; - guessed by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_aletta' lj:user='aletta' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://aletta.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://aletta.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;aletta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Maybe he's some animal that wasn't supposed to live. Could be a monkey or an orangutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E.T.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When the place is all dark, when you and Clare have gone to sleep, and I'm awake, it's like being alive and being dead at the same time, y'know? It's this sorta halfway thing, where people who are alive are dreaming and people who are dead are... where they are. And I'm here... in the dark and the quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Home at the End of the World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I like Mass better in Latin. It's nicer when you don't know what they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;While You Were Sleeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Birthday Bill!!! :D</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T10:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-04T23:58:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Despite me running around like a chicken without a head these days, I managed to write this little thing for you, Bill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; You'll see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Language:&lt;/b&gt; English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; It's only fiction. Never happened and probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Two couples, two ways of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A/N: Happy Birthday &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_drbillbongo' lj:user='drbillbongo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://drbillbongo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://drbillbongo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;drbillbongo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Ich wünsch dir alles, alles Gute! *knuddel*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright light of the laptop’s screen made Daniel’s face glow in the darkness of the room which lay in complete silence except for the slight snoring coming from his sleeping lover. Daniel wished he could accompany him in the land of dreams, but it was just another night which yet again held no sleep for him – something he had gotten used to during the last months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of turning from one side to the other he had picked up the habit of surfing the internet at these ungodly hours. Opening the all too familiar site and logging into his account, Daniel couldn’t help his grin anymore, knowing very well what his lover would think if he knew that besides having the real thing he also very much enjoyed reading stories some probably not so crazy fans wrote about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as his friends’ page opened, he started to scan the entries he had missed during the day. Skipping the ones he wasn’t interested in, he smiled when he saw that this one girl had posted new pictures of their training from last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were hundreds of photos out there of him and his team mates, but he still loved these entries even when it was just for the hilarious comments at the bottom of the page. It was just too funny when they were speculating about Toni’s and Jan’s love life. If only they knew… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving a short comment himself, Daniel returned to his friends’ page, scrolling further down, when suddenly the headline of another entry caught his attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG They officially came out!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What the…?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short moment Daniel’s heart missed a beat, remembering the pairings this person liked, him and his lover being one of them. He tried to come up with something that might have happened even though they were always as careful as possible, until he noticed that the person wasn’t talking about football this time, but about this British band called McFly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel didn’t know much about them, just what he had read in this journal. Those guys didn’t seem to mind to openly display their affection for each other. Just from seeing a few pictures and videos he had actually guessed that two of them indeed hid deeper meanings behind their actions than they officially claimed. And now it seemed as if he hadn’t been that wrong after all – probably one of these ‘takes one to know one’ things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slightly bitter grin crept on Daniel’s face when he read the entry, which mostly consisted of OMGs, squees and ‘I told you so’s. He couldn’t help himself, but think about the reactions if one day he would tell the world that the love of his life did indeed have long hair, but wasn’t girly at all. There might be some happy voices, but on the other hand he could be glad if he left the house in the morning and all the tires on his car would still be intact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to shake away the thoughts of all the insults he and his lover would have to face, which literally made him shudder, he clicked on the link provided at the end of the entry. It led him to a British news page, displaying a picture of the happy couple right at its top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel sighed, not being able to look away when he saw the two young men, one having his arms around the other, both looking at each other with so much love in their eyes that nobody actually needed the description underneath stating &lt;b&gt;“Yes, Dougie and me are a couple… and it’s definitely no joke this time.” Harry Judd (22) revealed on the red carpet at the Brit awards.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously they had been caught by a room maid who couldn’t keep her mouth shut in their hotel room during their last tour. More or less forced and finally fed up with pretending they decided to come out, knowing that most of their fans would support them anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through the article, Daniel didn’t even notice that he had started hugging himself, trying to chase away the shiver in his body. If only it would be so easy for them as well… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he was happy for those guys, but he couldn’t deny that he was also jealous. They could now walk around the street, holding hands, kissing in front of everybody while he was forced to hide away, to stare at his lover longingly from a distance, to keep himself under control everywhere they went, only being able to love within these walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After casting one last look at the happy couple, Daniel shut down his laptop, his face once again shrouded in darkness. He didn’t know how long he just kept on sitting there, staring at the wall, actually seeing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after what could have been seconds or hours – he couldn’t tell – he got up and went over to his bed. As soon as he had lain down again, two arms wrapped themselves around him, a head being placed on his chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything that had occupied his mind earlier, Daniel started to smile while he gently stroked his lover’s face. “One day, Micho… one day…”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>You know what heaven feels like...</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T20:43:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T20:43:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/extra/Miklos08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writing!</title>
    <published>2007-12-10T21:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-10T21:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally want to overcome my HUGE writer's block. I have so many bunnies in my head, but every time I sit down I can't get anything out. So, I need your help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me requests and I'll write you a drabble, story whatever! Give me a pairing and maybe a word or two. I really hope this will spark my muses to life again ;) &lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have to ask you is to choose your pairing within the Bayern players because I don't know enough about others to really write them accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, request away :D</content>
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    <title>Andi...</title>
    <published>2007-10-31T11:58:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-31T11:58:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't have much time, but I just wanted to tell you something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY ANDI SO MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more detailed entry will come as soon as I'll be home from Karlsruhe on Thursday evening. *sends out hugs to everyone*</content>
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    <title>Concerning this journal</title>
    <published>2007-07-22T17:24:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-22T17:24:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just to let you know... right now I'm not really using my personal journal. To be honest I'm too busy. I'm working up to 10 hours shifts and in my free time I actually spent a lot of time working for my community &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fcb_training' lj:user='fcb_training' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fcb_training/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fcb_training/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fcb_training&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (even though it doesn't seem like a lot of work). &lt;br /&gt;I don't think anybody wants to read about my boring work in the hotel anyway or my very private stuff (which would be locked by the way). &lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for stories of the FCB, just join the community - you can read everything over there.&lt;br /&gt;It might change and I might start writing entries again, but that's how it is right now. I hope that's alright for everyone of you. If you want to defriend me because of that, it's alright and I wouldn't be mad at you because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs to everyone who reads this*</content>
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    <title>Community pimping!</title>
    <published>2007-03-19T16:10:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T16:10:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just found my very first community:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fcb_training/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/fcb_training/proban.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_fcb_training' lj:user='fcb_training' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fcb_training/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fcb_training/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fcb_training&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a community for everything that concerns the training of the FC Bayern München. &lt;br /&gt;Not much there yet, but check it out if you like :)</content>
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    <title>Evil plot bunnies...</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T18:21:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-14T18:21:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really love to write, but there's one thing I hate about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v175/Angelmask/plotbunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being busy with my job and school, I barely have time to write ( when I have the time, my muses are always gone *argh*), but there are so many freaking plot bunnies running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have two ongoing stories and about 10 current bunnies sitting on my head. I want to have days with 36 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs and goes back to feed the bunnies*</content>
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    <title>Introductory Post</title>
    <published>2006-11-18T12:13:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-18T12:13:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, my first post in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might already know my stories from my writing journal, but this here is going to be a personal journal. I don't know how interesting or boring my life might be for you, but some of you might want to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;This journal will probably be friends only in the future due to some very nosey people from my real life. After all there'll be things in here I don't really want them to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here you're going to hear about my more or less lovely colleagues from the hotel I work at, classmates from the school I go to for my job training or whoever or whatever is on my mind right now (that will include fandoms as well ;)).&lt;br /&gt;Please consider that there'll be a "darker" post in here from time to time as I'm dealing with personal problems which I had in the past or am still going through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of writing my whole life story so that you get to know me I thought about another way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me up to three things you want to see from my life and I'll get you a picture of it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look forward to more from me!</content>
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